Sometimes the pilgrimage gives you dysentery—
Getting sick, like traveling, is a very revealing art
It challenges you to rest,
To encounter your human limitations
And invites you to lean into Divine Grace
To feel it all in full living color,
To let it pass through
Another adventure on the road to wholeness—
Another stop on the road home
Just Stop, I Can’t Handle It. It’s More Pressure Than You Think. Your Choices For Me Become My Regets. It’s Harder Than You Realize. You’re
“On a scale of 0-10, how would you rate your pain today, Jamie?,” she asked. “You know I really hate that question,” I replied. “I
Figure skating was my first real passion. Even though my clumsy body and neurodivergent way of being kept me from ever having a chance to